David's
song is framed by anger and silence.
So much is gone, disappeared like running water.
He looks at his life and it is like looking
into sunlight. Details dissolve into a white well.
In the land of memory, the past persists beside
a vision of some light infused future.
Saul holds on to the melody, and then lets it go.
The light of late afternoon frames the
moment.
At the coffee shop, teenage girls fuss over the menu.
Their laughter is as bright as a mountain stream
that melts from a glacier. Music is possible today.
Let's turn the world around. Remember,
Jonathan knew David as he knew his own soul.
"I love having breakfast for dinner," one girl giggles.
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